Sometimes we must give up on love Sometimes we need to dismiss loving stuff Sometimes it seems love could never be Especially when loving causes you to flee
Question then, was it meant to be Was your own blindness disallowing you to see? Yes, it’s important: cherish humanity But do so discerning individuality
Love for another is different for your brother The quality of which is really the hitch Love changes from one to the other Work through the glitch and hard on each stitch
The tapestry in time will unravel its rhyme Revealing the pattern of our heart’s chime The high roads, low roads, the middle path too Our life is the art of our living on view
<The high roads, low roads, the middle path too
Our life is the art of our living on view>
Points to ponder. Well written.
Safi
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2007
It's so true, "Sometimes we must give up on love" and the trick is to know the difference between those times and the times we must hold on tooth and nail... Well done Suzie!
~Butch
Wa are all loved and in turn love on many different levels. Enjoyed.
Be safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
Ahh, the wisdom in this write! Well done Suzie.
Hugs, Laura
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
Your title is so good, Suzie.
Living and living well, is an art, and so is loving.
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2007
Yay, when I rid myself of my last g/f I expected to feel down..Nope I felt like a caged bird released out into the world..
Love does not equate to ownership and loss of all freedom....
'Was your own blindness disallowing you to see?'
Ahh! There's the rub.
'Our life is the art of our living on view'
Annihilation! Thy name is Love.
Brave, methinks.
Such a beautiful patchwork quilt you have created displaying honest emotional thoughts on the magic and wisdom of the ways of love. You certainly have a good grasp of life's ways and a wonderful attitude on it all.
Hugs,
Fee
Inspirational tapestry Art of our living should be sewn as needlepoint on a Whitman Sampler and hung above the mantle on every hearth where warmth fires our love...Blessed Be.
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Our life is the art of our living on view>
Points to ponder. Well written.
Safi
~Butch
Especially when loving causes you to flee
Woow. Well written my friend. I enjoyed this one. I will keep visiting your page on the den. Thank you.
Abdullahi
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen
Hugs, Laura
Living and living well, is an art, and so is loving.
Elizabeth
Love does not equate to ownership and loss of all freedom....
Nice one..
as Reg says good counsel. Ah the beauty
of Art and living. Very Good!
Regis
Well said Suzie, I'm waiting for love to hit me straight on,Not looking,
Michael
Yes, it’s important: cherish humanity
But do so discerning individuality
I especially appreciate those lines.
Susan :)
Ahh! There's the rub.
'Our life is the art of our living on view'
Annihilation! Thy name is Love.
Brave, methinks.
Hugs,
Fee
Sage